Page 78 of Badd Ass
He shook his head. “Nah. I grew up here, and then joined the Navy. I lived on an aircraft carrier for a couple years, and then on bases wherever I was stationed.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” I said. “Well, it’ll be fun. We’ll pick something nice together.”
He eyed my leftover clothes. “Something with a lot of closet space?”
I laughed. “The kitchen can be so tiny it’s nonexistent, as long as there’s a lot of closet space.”
He nodded, musing as he sat on the bed, watching me toss my thongs into the drawer. “I did some poking around the area while you were packing. I have a few ideas.”
I abandoned the unpacking for the moment and pushed Zane onto his back on the bed. “Honestly, babe, I’m not in a hurry. I lived with Claire for three months and I never fully unpacked. I can live out of bags and laundry baskets for a while.”
He curled an arm around my neck and rolled me so I was beneath him. “We’re gonna need space when the baby gets here, and we’re not gonna want to feel like we just moved in, either. We’re gonna want to be settled. And if I’m gonna follow through on this idea I’ve got, then I’m gonna have to get started.”
“What’s your idea?”
He kissed me slowly, and then backed off a little. “You trust me?”
I nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“Because I’d like it to be a surprise, for now.”
I giggled breathily as his fingers stole under the waistband of my yoga pants. “Just…just so you know, I’ve been doing some reading on pregnancy, and I’m going to start nesting before too long.”
“What, you’re gonna turn into a bird?” He teased, sliding a finger into me.
“No, dumbass. I’m gonna start wanting to make my home ready for the baby. Decorating, organizing, things like that. It’s some kind of maternal drive we get, apparently.” I had to gasp then, because those talented, sorcerous fingers were doing their dark, hot, dirty magic to me, making my hips writhe.
He slid his other hand under my shirt, scraping my nipples over the fabric of my bra. “Can you give me…three months?”
“Probably?” I breathed. “Oh…oh god. Right there…”
“I’ll be like six months pregnant by then, so probably getting pretty big. Not sure I’ll be much help moving.”
“There are eight of us, remember?”
“And I’ll need help decorating.”
“Dru and Claire would love that, I’m sure.”
“We’ll need a nursery,” I said. “A little one, at least.”
“When do we find out the gender?” Zane asked, now tugging my pants off completely.
“Um…between sixteen and twenty weeks, I think?”
“So another month or two?”
“Yeah…” I reached between us, finding him naked for me, bare, ready. “Why?”
“Well, if I can make this work, you’ll be able to decorate the nursery right around then.”
He slid into me then, and I clung to him.
“I’m gonna get a nursery?”
“And a huge closet, and everything else I can give you.”
“What are you planning?” I demanded, palming his face and gazing into his deep, liquid, expressive brown eyes—he’d learned to let me see his emotions in his eyes, and I loved him for that all the more. “Tell me!”
